Waiting for the Sirens' Call
I have contacted, with the help of father, my attorneys and the mortgage broker. I am putting the Bed and Breakfast on the market. I do not wish to return to Whitby, as I feel it would only drudge up bereaved feelings. My handlers will take care of the auctioning of said domicile so I do not have to deal with.
Looking back on journals previously written, I find that I was running from my problems in London. This, as it turned out, solved nothing. In actual fact it seemed to have compounded them.
I resolve to face my issues head on. This is the only logical recourse.
I have wired Anthrax some money to ease her transition back to London. I feel this is the least I could do. I may not have caused my and subsequently her misfortune but I some how feel responsible.
Looking back on journals previously written, I find that I was running from my problems in London. This, as it turned out, solved nothing. In actual fact it seemed to have compounded them.
I resolve to face my issues head on. This is the only logical recourse.
I have wired Anthrax some money to ease her transition back to London. I feel this is the least I could do. I may not have caused my and subsequently her misfortune but I some how feel responsible.